Monthly Archives: January 2011

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SHADOW AND CLARITY

Even when the winter emerges, Fall is tinting what’s left of the leaves, there is a chance to find a flower or two, hanging on — yet still resplendent, blasting color into the softened palette. Looking at the wet flowers, … Continue reading

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The Mist of Knowing

I was in an alley, early morning, only days ago — and the cold was almost unbearable. This, 5am — and walking the alley, steam rose up into the light, creating a kind of painting. A misted water-coloring, awash in … Continue reading

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RINGS OF THE IDEAL

As I touch an idea, another comes forth, and I contemplate the strength of the ringed expression of that thought (a story, perhaps,) moving outwardly — this, arranged on a Fresnel lens — touching like ripples, but made of glass. … Continue reading

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SAVORING THE SHINE

SAVORING THE SHINE Today, in NYC, the sun is out, it’s brilliantly shining. And in standing near our offices, off Madison Park, I’m looking up into the sun and savoring the shine of the light. A truck with a heart(full) … Continue reading

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THE CENTER OF THE STORM

I SAVOR THE STORM – AND THE STORY OF ITS SPINNING Sometimes, the most utilitarian is the most beautiful evocation. I think of seeing things as voice — there is a calling to the eye. Walking down an alley, in … Continue reading

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Slow attention: spinning life in the Everglades — primeval “swamp time”

Girvin, Inc. EXAMINATIONS OF FOCUS AND PRECISION | SLOW TIME, SLOW OBSERVATION — the art of looking slow. I spent some time, working in, and exploring, Florida. I will have to confess that — of all the places that I … Continue reading

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Flow | The Tides, the River, the Sea, the Stairs

EARLY MORNING I was out walking, just dawn, the southern shoreline — at the southernmost reach of the United States. Out there, the birds were extraordinarily friendly — it was like being there, at the southern border, nearly 200 miles … Continue reading

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Where to? The art of being lost and finding your way

THE WAYFINDER’S ART. THE DESIGN OF SIGNS. Where to? The art of being lost and finding your way. I WAS LOST, NOW I AM FOUND. What of the emotionality of that experience — I’m lost? I’m found. I’m finding my … Continue reading

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